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  Double the passion—and seduction—as New York Times bestselling author Megan Hart and international bestselling author Tiffany Reisz weave two provocative tales about power, bad-boy lovers and secret desires!

  LETTING GO by Megan Hart — Colleen goes to the same bar every night and orders the same drink: a whiskey, neat. She doesn’t drink it, though. Jesse the bartender notices the beautiful, sad woman who keeps to herself. Until one night when she lets go and lets him in. And after that, Jesse has only one mission—to show her one night is only the beginning…

  SEIZE THE NIGHT by Tiffany Reisz — Five years ago, a night of forbidden passion between Remi and Julien, the heirs of two powerful and competitive horse-racing families, led to a feud that is threatening to ruin both farms. Now Remi must find Julien again—but when she does, her need for Julien is just as strong and just as forbidden…

  Captivated

  Megan Hart

  Tiffany Reisz

  CONTENTS

  Letting Go

  Megan Hart

  Seize the Night

  Tiffany Reisz

  Dedication

  Dedicated to Shannon Barr and Ann Leslie Tuttle,

  who keep me on track no matter how many times my emails go missing!

  About the Author

  Megan Hart is an award-winning and multipublished author of more than thirty novels, novellas and short stories. Her work has been published in almost every genre, including contemporary women’s fiction, historical romance, romantic suspense and erotica. Megan lives in the deep, dark woods of Pennsylvania with her husband and children and is currently working on her next novel for Harlequin MIRA. You can contact Megan through her website at www.meganhart.com.

  Also by Megan Hart

  Cosmopolitan Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon

  Crossing the Line (ebook)

  Dear Reader,

  Let go!

  That’s something the heroine of my new Cosmopolitan Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon story has a lot of trouble doing. At least she thinks so. The truth is that Colleen is a woman made to let go, give in to passion, set herself free to explore…even if she’s convinced she’s not capable of it!

  Jesse, on the other hand, believes Colleen is more than capable of letting go. After getting to know her over several months of her regular Thursday-night visits to the bar where he works, he’s developed a heavy-duty crush on this enigmatic woman who orders the same drink every week but never drinks it. It’s not until a snowy night and a slow dance that the sparks ignite between them.

  It’s not easy, of course, but Colleen and Jesse manage to discover a mutual passion for the exchange of power and control. The rocky road to a relationship is set against the backdrop of one of my new favorite places, the Fell’s Point neighborhood in Baltimore!

  I hope you enjoy reading about Colleen and Jesse. And if the story gives you a craving for some good old-fashioned greasy diner food, well…what can I say? Breakfast is my favorite meal!

  Thanks for reading,

  M

  Letting Go

  Megan Hart

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter One

  “The usual?” The Thursday night bartender grinned at Colleen. He’d already filled her glass three-quarters with amber liquid and pushed it across the polished wooden bar toward her. He added a separate glass of seltzer water with a twist of lime, just the way she liked it.

  Jesse, she thought as she brushed the dampness from her shoulders where the snow had melted. That was his name. “Thanks, Jesse.”

  Jesse’s eyes narrowed for a moment. He looked her over and, coming to some sort of conclusion, said, “How about an order of onion rings?”

  “I... Yes. Sure.” Colleen bit back her initial protest, imagining how good something greasy and fattening would taste. It was exactly what she needed right now, but wouldn’t have thought of ordering until he suggested it. “That would be great.”

  “You got it.” Jesse rapped the top of the bar with his knuckles in a staccato pattern, then turned to take another order.

  He’d leave her alone. And alone was what Colleen wanted to be. So a few minutes later when a man in a business suit slid onto the stool beside her, she just stared at him when he delivered his pickup line.

  The man stared back, rakish grin fading. “I said—”

  “I heard you,” she interrupted. “But I already have a drink.”

  The businessman tugged at his tie. “So it’s like that, huh?”

  “It’s not like anything,” Colleen said quietly.

  “Hey, I’m just trying to be nice.”

  Colleen half turned away. “So then be nice.”

  When he put his hand on her elbow, his fingers pinching just a little too hard, she shoved it away. The businessman looked surprised. Then pissed. He put both hands up and backed off, but not before muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “Crazy bitch.”

  “Is there a problem?” Jesse balanced a platter of onion rings on his palm before setting it in front of her. “Hey, buddy. You got a problem?”

  “No. Not at all.” The businessman took his drink and slid down to the other end of the bar where an attractive brunette and her prettier friend were laughing as they took a cell phone selfie.

  Colleen pushed her whiskey glass to the side to make room for the food. The liquor sloshed, splashing her a little. She used a napkin to wipe her fingers and looked up to see Jesse staring at her.

  “You okay?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

  Jesse didn’t leave, though there were people waiting to be served. He studied her in silence for a few seconds longer than seemed necessary. “Can I get you anything else?”

  “Nope.” Colleen gave him a small smile as she lifted an onion ring toward him. “This should do it.”

  “Did he bother you?”

  Surprised, she lowered the onion ring without biting it. “I can handle myself. It’s okay.”

  At the sound of raucous laughter, Jesse looked down the bar. The businessman was now taking a picture with the two girls. Jesse looked back at Colleen with a frown. “I know you can. I’ve seen you. I just wanted to be sure.”

  “You’ve seen me, huh?” She sipped some seltzer and dipped a ring into the horseradish sauce, but didn’t bite.

  “You come in here every Thursday night,” Jesse pointed out. “I’m not saying we get a bunch of jackasses in here or anything, but there are some nights it feels like I’m Pinocchio on Pleasure Island.”

  Colleen laughed. The giggle slipped out of her, unbidden and certainly unexpected. It turned the head of the businessman at the end of the bar, who glared at both of them before turning back to his new friends. Colleen didn’t let it get under her skin. She’d dealt with much worse.

  “Bonus points for that reference,” she said to Jesse.

  “Been watching a lot of Disney movies, what can I say?” Jesse shrugged, leaned on the bar and grinned. Over his shoulder, he said to John, the other bartender, “Can you take care of that guy over there? Yeah, the one giving me the death stare.”

  John nodded and moved to handle the other customer. Colleen bit into her onion ring and gave Jesse the side-eye. It didn’t seem to bother him, and his widening grin didn’t seem to bother her.

  “You’re too old for Disney movies,” Colleen said.

  “Never too old for Disney.”

  “Too young for Pinocchio, then. Y